2011 Form Challenges
#18 Huitain

This is a very old French verse form and as the name suggests consists of one eight (huit)-line stanza with 8 syllables in each line. This is the pure form (Huit et huit) but later 10 syllable poetry emerged and this appears to have been far more popular with the English speaking Iambic pentameter poets until the outbreak of the Napoleonic wars.
The form was written based on three rhymes, one of which appeared four times and the two typical rhyme schemes are:
a. b. a. b. b. c. b. c. and a. b. b. a. a. c. a. c., with the former being the most popular.
Be thou like a rose

Be thou like a Rose my beloved
Let not thy thorns keep me away.
When I see thee I am resolved
So pray hold me and bid me stay.
Thy womanly scent has drawn me,
My hasty actions thus betray
And helpless like the worker bee
Am drawn, and for my actions pay.

Ryter Roethicle
At the same time a similar form was emerging from Spain. There is no doubt as too the root, with the Spanish version covering a similar rhyme pattern.
a. b. a. b. a. c. a. c. and a. b. b. a. a. c. c. a. again with the former being the most popular.
Anger

Time wasted by a monument of hate
Formed by a spell of our immortality
That our feeble mind wishes it could create
And thus enables our own insanity.
We are too impatient and force fate,
Whilst ignorant of what the future holds
We dare presume, another mortal trait
Instead of waiting to see life unfold.

Ryter Roethicle


Huitain Posts
Contents

Maryse Achong

Barefoot Love
Chaconia Flower
'Flamingo' Dance
Flower Power
Foreign Exchange
Hard Time
Leaf To Leaf
Leaving on a Jet Plane
Limbo Like Me
Mixed Message
The Pattern
Torture Tactics
Up The Ante

Kathy Anderson

A Nameless Emptiness
An Unnamed Ache
Monarch
Nuts
A Vivid Splash

Deborah Bell

Cry of the Dead
It's those weeds
The Edge of Night

Divena Collins

Autumn Leaf
Can I Compare
La Passion
Memories Of Autumn
Positive Thinking

Maggie Cusick

Dreaming
Mother Earth

Lorraine Dafney

Brownies
Pink and White

Allura D

As the Willow

Jem Farmer

Freedom
Heavens Bliss
Howling at the Moon
Nature's Cry
Solitary
Those Dreams

Ivor Hogg

Beloved Huitain

Gaer Llwyd

In the Night

Kevin McKinney

Gloria In Humiliatas
Scholarship
The Toughest Thing

Peg Nelson

Autumns Gift
Good Night
I Leave You With A Bed Of Roses
Our Golden Heart
Gurgle, gurgle

Ryter Roethicle

Anger
Autumns Glory
Be Thou Like a Rose
The Cry Of A Lonely Soul
Dancing To Love's Tune
East Of Fire
The House
Lovers Offer
Science Lesson
You Answer My Dreams



Maryse Achong

Barefoot Love

Although in high heeled shoes I was
Taller than him, we did not care;
It mattered not to us because
We knew we were the ’perfect’ pair:
So I wore high heels everywhere,
Except when we got up to dance
Those shoes were left under my chair,
So that our eyes could talk romance.

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The Chaconia Flower

Oh Chaconia, crimson, radiant,
The national flower of our islands;
We are overcome by the brilliant
Splendor of your blooms; like magical wands
You herald in each anniversary
Of our Independence, and you remind
Us of the untold richness and beauty
Of our land; we have but to look to find.

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'Flamingo' Dance

See the Scarlet Ibis dancing,
No need to ask the question why,
He is intent on romancing
The ‘lady’ who has caught his eye;
He can’t afford now to be shy;
If he wants her as his partner
Now is his chance and he must try
Everything ; he has to woo her.

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Flower Power

A single rose pressed in a book.
A reminder of days gone by,
A youth’s sweet gesture as he took
A young girl out, it made her cry;
The memory still makes her sigh:
Though time and years sep'rate them now
That lovely rose remains a tie,
A bond between them still somehow.

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Foreign Exchange

Born of different mothers they now
Lie side by side on common ground;
Such strange bedfellows, stranger how
It came about that they both found
This place; their story would astound
You; one came winging on a breeze
From far, the other from just ’round
The corner; tales of two cities.

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Hard Time

I heard the anguish in his voice,
I swear that I could smell his rage,
His anger at what little choice
He'd had: impossible to gauge
The depth of his hurt ; a new page
Must be turned: I could feel his pain,
Had tasted his tears; though no sage,
I knew with me he’d smile again.

I kept my word and he did smile,
He became my ‘raison d’etre’, my
Everything, at least for a while.
But sometimes wounds run deep, and I
Did not understand, that is why
We fought and went our sep’rate ways
For far too long: and that ‘good bye’
I know will haunt me all my days.

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Leaf To Leaf

The stems and stalks are stepping out
Dancing leaf to leaf; they’re swirling
Round and dipping low, unfurling
Their petals as they go about
Their dance routine; there is no doubt
They’re having a good time for sure;
They have been partying without
A break, they’re making love not war.

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Leaving on a Jet Plane

Laura Megan’s going away,
She’s off to England for a year,
All set to take off this Sunday;
And though I know we’ll shed a tear
We really have no need to fear,
With feet planted on solid ground,
She knows the importance of prayer,
Her values deep rooted and sound.

She is going to a new land
Leaving the familiar behind,
May God’s blessings fall on her and
I pray she’ll remain ever kind;
I made it a point to remind
Her... she has family not far
Away... ties that are well defined.
Megan’s being called to the bar.

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Limbo Like Me

"Limbo, limbo like me", they shout
"Come try to dance below the bar",
The Trinis one by one back out;
This is one dance where they stay far
Away ; you have to be a star
Performer to go down so low;
But unsuspecting tourists are
Eager to be part of the show.

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Mixed Messages

"Do as I say not as I do"
Is oft the message parents send;
No wonder kids go ‘round the bend,
They do not know what’s false from true,
What’s right or wrong, they have no clue.
If Mum and Dad can’t show the way,
The kids will turn to someone who
We hope will not lead them astray.

"Respect yourself" the Mother says,
"Or nobody else will, you know"
But she is not willing to show
How it's done: on carnival days
Mama’s half naked, as she sways
In wild abandon ; too blind to
See her daughter’s face as she plays
'Mas’; it is something she must do.

"Don’t drink and drive" is Father’s law,
"And if you do I’ll take the keys";
The youngster readily agrees,
But he knows that’s just talk, no more;
When Papa comes through the front door
At nights, he’s drunk: forget his speech,
The one he gave the night before;
If he won’t practise , he can’t preach.

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The Pattern

The cloth of life is woven from
Threads of joy and strands of sorrow
Crisscrossing all our lives like some
Intricate design; and although
There is no way that we can know
How it will be when its complete,
We have to play the game or throw
In the towel, concede defeat.

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Torture Tactics

I’m sleep deprived, my eyes mere slits
This morning, should tape my lids so
They stay open; I’m at my wit’s
End, as coffee will be of no
Good use to me; I could just go
Back to bed, make up for lost sleep,
But I have plans today, so "woe
Is me", I can’t start counting sheep.

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Up The Ante

You offer to ‘take care’ of her body,
But who is going to 'look after' her heart?
The two of them go hand in hand you see;
And if they don’t for you, you’d better start
Looking elsewhere, for that would be the smart
Thing to do: she’d want more than the icing
On the cake; she’d want all of you, not part:
And yet still the offer is enticing.

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Kathy Anderson

A Nameless Emptiness

So many hand have held her palms
Up to be kissed, down to be tied,
That when she wakes she hears no psalms,
Only the sounds that she has cried
To an echoless room of sky,
A vast blue space that holds ghostly
Vagabond ambient cloud realms
To carry emotions voidly.

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An Unnamed Ache

No man has ever walked upon
The valleys of her heartsome soul,
A beach cradled only by dawn
Whose burnished crimson has no goal
Save to warn of storms or burnt coal,
For all that love has lost or traced
It's mark, the hourglass has drawn
The sands down into times embrace.

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Monarch

Slipping between the canopy
to alight on yon garden sprig
in respite of flight, so floaty,
your wings guiding to the next twig
breezes gentle breathing is big
yet kindly does very little harm
though directions are not your gig,
hued sunset colors bring such charm.



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Nuts

We are like those furry squirrels
That must have our nuts in season.
Some like nuts inside a hard shell
Others prefer an unshelled one.
In the Fall even people get some
instinctive urge to eat walnuts,
Pistachios and purple plum
Along with our hazelnut'd

Colombian coffee and cream,
To sweeten with honey would be
Just so very very obscene.
A rodents taste is leaf and tree
Something curious yet mundane,
Tasty tasteless fair full of air,
None better than the acorns lea
In sweet abundance freely there.



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A Vivid Splash

Mornings charm is ever new gold
Like a spray of daffodil rows
In beds where predawns rays now
Spread their fingers like wings so bold,
How magnificently they hold
Their pose till father sun arised
Comes to steal the scene, peacocks cold
Blue removed in vivid surprise.

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Deborah Bell

Cry of the Dead

I weary of merely thinking,
Longing to feel alive once more.
That brief moment upon seeing
A rose, a baby, and the door
To emotions swinging open-
Yes, to know, not just in my head,
But in my heart, to know awe again.
Sparks which let me know I'm not dead.

Let the breeze take me past the dead
Still zone of reckoning my sins
Into someplace where veils are shred,
Truth has meaning and love seeps in.
Let its fragrant touch be my floor.
Bless my ears with its musing.
Let me catch the scent of the shore
Playing there among the living.

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It's those weeds

It's only a red petaled rose,
Not the entire, lovely, garden;
There's only one flower I chose.
Don't worry - I just have a yen
To remove one flower from the glen.
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And your efforts will help our men
To kill those pests and meet our needs.

It's only the red petaled poppy
That was planted next to the rose;
Its weeds! (we think there are thirty);
I don't really mean to impose
But you really shouldn't oppose.
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And your efforts will help us close
In killing those pests and their seeds.

Its only the red garden wagon,
(we've heard that wagon's transport)
and our badge says "Weeds Dragon!"
Weeds, with flowers, we know consort,
With the wagon used as escort!
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And so pleased with all your effort
To kill these pests and aid our deeds.

It's those weeds, those terrible weeds!

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The Edge of Night

The dreams are a kaleidoscope,
Where views skip from the observer
To participant on the slopes
Of a revolving recorder.
Perhaps with a turn of the head
Pieces will fall and be released;
Memories forming scenes of dread
Will pass into a blissful peace.

I wander through these nightly dreams
Which place me in these acts of war
Torn landscapes of Dali's best scenes,
Waking, wondering, what they're for.
Are they telling me something new,
Profound meanings for my life's path?
Or, remainders, simply refuse;
Spillage from my daylight's caraffe?

Another night's shadow descends.
Filling my largest coffee mug
With acrid punch to twilight's blend,
I wait until night's sleep does tug.
I stall the moment of sleeping.
I watch instead flickering shots
Upon the screen until reaping
My seconds, sleep draws my lot.

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Divena Collins

Autumn Leaf

Thou twisting, tumbling wind blown leaf
Floating gracefully upon the earths floor
Faded, withered, composed autumn reef
Of shaded Autumnal colours thy bore
That peacefully slumbers for evermore;
To complete thy cycle, of life after death
And nurture again the soil of earths core
To thrive once again as it did once before.



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Can I Compare

If I compare thee to a summer breeze
I should chose thy soft sighs to caress
And thy gentle kisses thou shall appease
Such heartening moments of tenderness
Love’s treasures I shalt cherish and bless
A destiny that only a true lover foresee’s
Inner fantasies which true lovers possess.
Both together forever shalt share with ease.



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La Passion

Sensuously calming the touch of your hand
As the warmth of your breath whispers love
If words are from the soul then I understand
Why two hearts flutter like wings of a dove
Ecstatical sighs from lifes fantasies above;
Thro` great heights of paradise together
Yearning to satisfy the senses thereof
To combine those sweet memories for ever.



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Memories Of Autumn

The old garden seat is empty now
As the Autumn leaves begin to fall
The earthen floor shall turn to snow
When winters season begins to call
Only a robin perching on the wall
Portray`s forth a sweet choral song
A heartened sprite of nature to all
Remaining nigh all the winter long.

The old garden seat is empty still
Covered with leaves of red and gold
Spent of sap towards autumns chill
Devoid of vigour in shades so bold
Nurtured roots within a forest fold
Replenishes soft fruits of the season
Procuring new growth from the old
Mother of nature hath her reasons.



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Positive Thinking

Oh I`ve been scratched and I`ve been bitten
And have been stung on the end of my nose
Had ants in pants from a hill I was sitten`
Without so much of a pleasure thou knows
In gardens of insects where nettles grows;
I try to be positive and love natures scene.
Until bombarded from a nest full of crows
Should I then forgive and try to think green?

Cows in the pastures of fresh nourished grass
There is sheep in the meadows field of corn
A ruddy great bull with his eye upon my ass
Oh how I wish there was a sign up to warn
How do I escape from this bull of scorn,
I hope he does`nt do me a great misdeed
Oh how I wish that I had never been born
Cannot he see`tis the cows that`s in need.



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Maggie Cusick

Dreaming

My dreaming fills me with delight
for you are always there my love
to hear you calling brings to light
blue skied memories from above
up high beyond flat earth we move
juicy lips cling tightly through time
honey tasting pleasure my dove
only with you our life has rhyme.



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Mother Earth

Mountains standing sombre today,
gold of sun hiding behind clouds,
wind whipping through misty ways
Ehoes mighty orchestras loud
rippling silvery lakes do shroud
tall trees gracefully genuflect
adoration to nature proud.
rain saturates mother earths sect.

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Lorraine Dafney

Brownies

"I just heard they'll be visiting."
"Again, they waste no time at all."
"They find us most interesting."
You'd be too if you were that small."
"Its amazing the way they fall."
"I bet they can't open a door."
"Each is barely three inches tall."
"You know what they say less is more."

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Pink and White

Pink and white buds now grow lovely
At night they illumunate streets
While their branches do sway gently
Enough to spread their essence sweet
Come walk and smell their fragrant treat
Beneath the stars and the moonlight
White pear and pink cherry trees feat
Makes arbors for lovers tonight

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Allura D

As the Willow

Graceful as the willow, dipping,
When winter wind blows harsh and drear;
Gently as the doe bows, sipping,
Thirstily from the river clear;
Pliant as the grass lies, bending,
Before the onslaught of the rain;
Surely as the heart beats, mending,
The seasons turn, love comes again.

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Jem Farmer

Freedom

The call, freedom while holding hands,
Old bricks falling in lover’s kiss,
New beginnings we could not miss,
Our destiny in German lands.
Eyes staring to future’s abyss
Our love; those dreams at last we knew
The cry, freedom, to know of this,
That two can beat, as one is true.

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Heavens Bliss

Seek not love in blooming cherry Nor in the pastel shades of spring, For love is not a subtle thing But vibrant as an autumn berry. In golden hues the heart shall sing, To feel the warmth of love’s first kiss, In sweetened bites the ripened bring A joy that’s known as heaven’s bliss.



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Howling at the Moon

A soul is captured in the light,
To drift on winds through pine trees,
The wild river meeting the seas
As spirits, call the child of night.
In wilderness without a breeze
When darker clouds deny the moon,
A child howls across empty leas
Abandoned on a barren dune!



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Nature's Cry

Migrating birds high in the sky,
In concrete jungles, voices clear,
Unanswered questions disappear
When time stands still for Nature’s cry.
In sylvan canopies I hear,
A whisper echoing through time,
As golden leaves slowly appear,
Each leaf falling; falling in rhyme.



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Those Dreams

Those dreams that curse the heart with woe
Unanswered questions that remind
There is so much more left to find
If thoughts could find the way to go.
Yet words that hurt are still unkind,
When souls have nothing to repair
Can love then ever be defined,
If a heart cannot dare to care?

If a heart cannot dare to care,
The petals of hope must surely fall,
A silent phone that waits to call
Not knowing if love is still there.
The risks are high and never small
If only thoughts could let go
But hope is gone, destroyed in all
Those dreams that curse the heart with woe.

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Ivor Hogg

Beloved

Thou knowest well that I love thee.
Yet still I tell thee every day
With smiles thou rewardeth me.
Tis but a little game we play
I have no doubt thou lovest me
As I love thee in every way.
Exchanging kisses happily.
It matters not we’re old and grey.

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Gaer Llwyd

In the Night

Parallel tracks, laid side by side
Darkness of night covers the rails
Full head of steam, sad whistle wails
Charging ahead, driven with pride
Opposite courses; passing astride
Heart is let out into the night
Fates are driven, no longer tied
Moving apart in nonstop flight.

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Kevin McKinney

As Luck Would Have It

Lounging on a bed of primrose,
Puck spied a maid born of a dream;
Full twice his height and he supposed
No fairer visage had been seen
E'er since brave Boudicca was queen!
He rose, dazed by her radiance;
She smiled and stooped and kissed his nose,
"I'm honored by thy audience;"

"What ho! How fate hath smiled on me,"
He thought, with scarce contained surprise;
"This day was made for 'bauchery,
Let's sweetly carve thee down to size;"
She laughed and said, "Yes," with her eyes!
They'd liven up that sleepy wood,
There in the roses Puck surmised;
They'd get themselves up to no good!

"Pray tell," He said, inquisitive;
"How dost thou, attending stature,
Delight in the diminutive;
Do I satisfy thy nature;
Am I tall enough a creature?"
Poor Puck's eyes near left their sockets;
"I require only one feature,"
She said, "How deep are thy pockets?"

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Gloria In Humiliatas

Who drew this neon star so well
Defined and in such brilliant hues;
Vibrating clear as morning's bell
Announcing procreation's news?
Unlike the chime whose peal we lose,
This badge preserved in acetate
Will yet adorn long as we choose
To make its season hesitate.

Strange how we pull back the throttle
Portraying life in one flower's
Moment captured in a bottle;
As we try with all our powers
To keep it beyond its hours;
A proper sign of reverence
That we tend these ageless bowers
In tribute to impermanence.

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Scholarship

What little I'd have learned of love
On my own, but that we are told;
It's soft as the wings of a dove;
That it cannot be bought or sold;
It causes a mild distraction,
An absence almost, of the mind;
A sympathetic reaction
Somewhat akin to being blind.

Now, what do fish know of water?
What do birds know of the air;
Or the queen bee of the daughters
Who have spent their lives in her care?
All of them are fully immersed
In life and joyfully inclined;
Artisans, lovingly rehearsed
In the parts they have been assigned.

Without you, I was like a fish
Desperately in need of a stream;
A Dodo about to languish;
A hapless drone, a bumble been!
Be my rose against tedium;
My reason to expect the dawn;
Let our love be the medium
In which all we hope for is drawn.

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The Toughest Thing

I share fond appreciation
For the toughest of things to do;
Realize one's situation
And gracefully bid life adieu.
Comes a time when it's futile to
Rage and struggle against the stream;
To drift away from all you knew
And 'waken to a brand new dream.

Soon as it seems life means the most,
We finally feel right in our bones,
The stream has left us polished stones,
It's time for giving up the ghost!
Just when, at last we're not engrossed
In games of winning and loosing;
We're dealt a blow with no riposte
At a time not of our choosing.

But how to turn the tables while
We're still the masters of our fate?
Acknowledge help and banish hate;
Give love away; return each smile
And happ'ly go the extra mile;
Be as honest and as aware
And open minded as a child;
You'll be a child when you get there.

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Peg Nelson

autumnsgift



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Good Night

Clouds lingering are gray and so am I
Brushing skies colorful hues of a rainbow
Birds whisk by highly into the gray sky
Yonder I see gemstones bright colors aglow
reds, oranges, yellows float and linger sloww
Up in sky clouds heavily coated sight
This night no stars to wish upon; although
I’ve run out of wishes for you tonight.

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I Leave You With A Bed Of Roses



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Our Golden Heart

Precious memories to light up our day,
from days of old mending our heart of gold
Filtering blood stream with humor this day
Purifying frightening tangled holds
Contaminated blunders weak not bold
Giving glorious days filled with prizes
exquisite memories released and told
From hidden treasure chest; past arises

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Story Of My Beloved

Saw my old country style box of toys
Cleared out useless toys, sold all toys in sale
Sold jack-in-box; jack popped out with no fail
Folks were surprised; he never brought me joys
Noticed favorite Bear was on deploy
Named him Freddy, he was a large black bear
Freddy shielded me, was never ever cloy
Snuggled in bed taught me values of care

Thought best to clean dirt and jacks smelly poohs
Placing it on patio; filled with water
when clean, use for potato plant for stews
Paint it red, white, blue colors I prefer
Splashing on antique beige make it concur
Filling it for last time, I heard phone ring
Ran in house answered and heard a whisper
Looked outside surprised, Freddy came strolling

Intensely watching Fred stroll to toy box
Slurping some of the bluest water within
Suddenly Fred stepped inside his once toy-box
Amused at sight, his position relaxed wherein
Many years had past since I seen him grin
How he’d grown, my handsome teddy Freddy
I bid good-bye on phone, grabbed camera lens
Took pictures, wondered if Fred ‘membered me

Freddy noticed me, gave me huge bear smile
unexpectedly heard hoofs of horse spree
On horse, fighter invaded our country
Ran outside gave Freddy a hug worthwhile
Without thinking he could become hostile
I knew invader would kill when he saw Fred
stalker fired gun, Fred and I soon be vile
I screamed; there in toy box Fred and I dead



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Ryter Roethicle

Anger

Time wasted by a monument of hate
Formed by a spell of our immortality
That our feeble mind wishes it could create
And thus enables our own insanity.
We are too impatient and force fate,
Whilst ignorant of what the future holds
We dare presume, another mortal trait
Instead of waiting to see life unfold.



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Autumns Glory

Mad summer’s heat has gone away
And in its place it’s left the rain.
For awhile cooler days are left to play
Then perhaps the heat will be back again.
Autumn presents a more liveable day
For humans but not for what is grown.
Whilst we live a more pleasant way
Springtime’s display is being sown.



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Be thou like a rose

Be thou like a Rose my beloved
Let not thy thorns keep me away.
When I see thee I am resolved
So pray hold me and bid me stay.
Thy womanly scent has drawn me,
My hasty actions thus betray
And helpless like the worker bee
Am drawn, and for my actions pay.



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The Cry Of A Lonely Soul

The morning wind is flower fresh,
With the coolness after the storm,
That washed away the grey ash,
Scattered in the yester morn.
Now the garden has been reborn,
With mix of ash, and tears and rain,
With the bower you will conform,
Till we are together again.

In peace you rest by rivers side,
Sheltered from the heat of day
Where as lovers we used to hide
Celebrating with lovers play.
Now fate has taken you away,
And I am left with these memories.
My mind in crazy disarray,
Unable to shed my agonies.



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Dancing To Loves Tune

Dancing to loves tune, you spin and turn
Inside your heart thuds, and skips and pounds
Loves eternal dance will forever resound
Whilst the fever of love causes you to burn
And when apart your innards twist and churn.
The sensuous tempo that loving always makes
As your lover’s steps with pleasure you learn
Bodies touch knowing there are no mistakes.



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East Of Fire

East of fire the day has begun
The birds have ris and start their day
And chat and talk as is their way.
Each one welcomes the morning sun
Thankful the cold of night is done.
Yet to the west all is still dark
In minute steps it’s soon undone
And a brand new morn will embark.

Such is life and has always been
Waiting for the morn in the east.
Hunger rising, the breaking feast
To feed the starving beast within.
So with sunlight your days begin
Sometimes wishing the day to end
And an hour to last just a min
Such thoughts I just can’t comprehend

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The House

The cynic’s house is built brick by brick
Painstakingly cemented together by anger.
Bigoted windows, with glass inches thick
So that of seeing the truth there is no danger
The sarcastic steel doors are locked and stick
When ever reality is around for a while
With a roof of hate, covered by slime and slick
Impenetrable, hostile, but destroyed with a smile.



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A Lovers Offer

I want to kiss every inch of your body
In case I miss, I will repeat my deed
Again and again until a response I see
I will fulfil your desires, your every need.
Relax, feel my touch ease away your tension
Soon from your daily cares you will be freed.
There’s no reward I seek save your attention
And your willingness for me to proceed.



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Science Lesson

The chemistry reaction between you and me
Ignites the sparks causing uncontrolled desire.
The friction of our movements sets up ESD
Fuelled by love sets our body cores on fire.
Fusion being all that we seemingly require
When our elements are finally blended,
And a chain reaction is what shall transpire
With a healthy stir each day recommended.

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You Answer My Dream

If I should wish, wonder what it would be;
There’ll be no clue except the look in my eyes
And perhaps my constant, nocturnal sighs
Waiting our time again of loving revelry.
I look in your eyes and what do I see?
An Angelic face of hope, answering my wish
Telling me, my hopes and dreams aren’t foolish
Hoping we’ll be together for all eternity.



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Leny Roovers

Cold

My head is filled with cotton balls,
stuffed up, obscuring inner sight;
my nose, the source of waterfalls
in which my eyes swim, looks a fright!
A cold sneaked in, without invite.
Outside, a blanket of fresh snow
was draped over the world last night-
white-crystal fever sets aglow.

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Racing

I’ve lost control over my horse,
he gallops fast, refused my lead;
I’m frightened by our present speed
and lost my balance by fierce force.
My world is spinning from its source,
connecting threads are twined in cords.
I have to change this hapless course-
transform the spirals into chords.

I grab the reins I lost before,
and pull with force, he feels the bit-
remembers who is boss, submits.
Still sweating, we achieve rapport,
new energy flows from our core.
My horse and I must learn to race
in unison, when we explore
our visions’ edges- reaching grace.

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Unison

Today my mind’s a stubborn steed;
with reins in hands, attention taut,
I steer my horse beyond all thought.
While riding with increasing speed,
I find seductive views recede.
From flowing hills we reach a plain-
I catch my breath, he nibbles weed.
We rest awhile, let go of strain.

My horse then whinnies, true to breed;
his voice brings back a thought I fought-
I see it pass, am not distraught.
At walking pace our road proceeds,
a bridle, we no longer need.
In mutual trust we now trot lanes
towards our home, as we agreed;
I stretch my arm, to touch his manes.

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Allura and Kevin

Grace Note

If I had my way we'd never
Have a reason to be fearful
Or to fret about forever;
Life would never be so awful
To make either of us tearful.
We would leave mourning to the dove
And all our songs would be cheerful
As orchestrated by our love.

Harmonics

Life is full of trial and pain
That simply is the way of things,
But with you joy will rise again
Will give a weary heart new wings.
Love counts the measure of it all,
The melody that our life sings.
The road of life will rise and fall
Your love the balm, that living brings.

Ovation

We would own the night together
And banish darkness like the dawn;
As players who duet better
Would banish silence with a song,
And relish in the sing-along;
Our rapture in it deep'ning till
All other voices are long gone,
While our crescendos echo still.

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